Normally when I go riding on the Olentangy Bike Path, the hardcore cyclists ignore me. I am generally with Amanda and we both look like we're heading out for a normal workout instead of the Tour de France, so I try not to be too offended when the men and women in head-to-toe spandex ignore my early morning smiles.
Or when they fly past me with no effort, despite the fact I am bursting with pride at my current pace, convinced Lance Armstrong and I would be neck and neck.
Clearly I am not offended by this. At all.
Anyway, even with my complete confidence in myself and my abilities, I was a little excited Tuesday when I got an unsolicited "good morning" from one of the aforementioned men in spandex. I was just a few miles into a quick 20-mile jaunt to start the day when this fellow in a Trek Store Columbus jersey and shorts gave me a once-over as we were coming up to each other and eventually greeted me with cheerful saluations.
Score.
For the next couple minutes, I pondered what had caused this outpouring of acceptance (yes, I realize I am completely overreacting and totally overanalyzing, but humor me). I thought my form must have been flawless or maybe I just looked that hardcore.
I eventually looked down, however, and realized ...
Spandex.
It was my first day rocking simply the padded shorts without covering them up with (looser and probably more flattering) clothes. Then I just laughed at the thought that maybe this guy thought I was as hardcore as him.
This may or may not be the real reason. Hopefully the guy was just being friendly. Regardless, I feel like, at least for a moment, I discovered a secret of the cycle-hood.
As always … Much love, many thanks and remember, to me, Pelotonia spells hope.
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